It’s better to go FOR something than FROM something. That said, we started looking at emigrating on the 19th of September 2014 and ended up having a move to Europe sorted in June 2016, and then had a panicked few months wondering if it would actually happen. Initially we were only supposed to be in the Netherlands for two years, and our reasoning was ‘yep, two years while we still can and before we’re deported, let’s do it’, and we threw ourselves into it. Put the kids into a local school, tried to learn as much Dutch as possible, cycled EVERYWHERE. Now you’re expecting me to say that it fell apart and we came back, tails between legs? No. It’s nearly six years now. Our kids are more Dutch than Scottish. I’ve been back across the north sea twice and every time feels worse, more alien, more cruel. I’d happily never go back. I don’t regret leaving. Not one bit.